The breath no sooner left his father's body, And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him, T'envelop and contain celestial spirits. So soon did lose his seat, and all at once, Ely. We're blessed in the change. Cant. Hear him but reason in divinity, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, So that the art and practic part of life Must be the mistress of this theoric. Which is a wonder how his Grace should glean it, His companies unletter'd, rude, and shallow; Any retirement, any sequestration From open haunts and popularity. Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the nettle, And wholesome berries thrive, and ripen best, Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality: And so the Prince obscur'd his contemplation Grew like a summer grass, fastest by night, Cant. It must be so: for miracles are ceas'd: SHAKSPEARE. CHAP. XIII. HAMLET AND HORATIO. Hor. HAIL to your lordship! Ham. I am glad to see you well. Horatio!or I do forget myself. Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend: I'll change that name with you: And what makes you from Wittenberg, Horatio? Hor. A truant disposition, good my lord. We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart. Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's fun'ral. I think it was to see my mother's wedding. Hor. Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon. Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio; the funeral bak'd meats o Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my direst foe in Heav'n, Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! My father Methinks I see my father. Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Ham. Saw! who? Hor. My lord, the king your father. ♪ Hor. Season your admiration but a while This marvel to you. Ham. For Heav'n's love, let me hear! 0 In the dead waste and middle of the night, Appears before them, and with solemn march Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me And I with them the third night kept the watch: Form of the thing, each word made true and good, I knew your father : These hands are not more like. Ham. But where was this? Hor. My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd. Ham. Did you not speak to it? Hor. My lord, I did; But answer made it none. Yet once methought It lifted up it's head, and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak, Ham. "Tis very strange. d; Hor. As I do live, my honour'd lord, 'tis true: And we did think it writ down in our duty, To let you know of it. Ham. Indeed, indeed, Sir, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to night? Mar. and Ber. We do, my lord, Ham. From top to toe? Hor. My lord, from head to foot. Ham. Then saw you not his face? Hor. O yes, my lord: he wore his beaver up. Hor. A count'nance more in sorrow than in anger. Hor. Nay, very pale. Ham. And fix'd his eyes upon you? ✪ Hor. Most constantly. Ham. I would I. had been there! Hor. It would have much amaz'd you. Ham. Very like. Staid it long? Hor. While one with mod'rate haste might tell a hundred. Ham. His beard was grisled?-no. Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Ham. I'll watch to night; perchance 'twill walk again. Hor. I warrant you it will. Ham. If it assumes my noble father's person, I'll speak to it, though Hell itself should gape, If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight, Let it be ten'ble in your silence still: SHAKSREARE. CHAP. XIV. BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. Cas, WILL you go see the order of the course ? Bru. Not I. Cas. I pray you, do. Bru. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires : Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late; Bru. Cassius, Be not deceiv'd if I have veil'd my look, Of late with passions of some difference, Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviour; Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the show of love to other men. Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion; By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face? But by reflection from some other thing. Cas. Tis just. And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you have no such mirror as will turn Your hidden worthiness into your eye, That you might see your shadow. I have heard, of the best respect in Rome Where many (Except immortal Cæsar), speaking of Brutus, And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius, That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me? Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear; And since you know you cannot see yourself |